The Faceless only appeared at night.
Like the old gravedigger in the cemetery, unless you entered the cemetery between midnight and two in the morning, you would miss your chance to meet him. The Faceless was likewise impossible to find during the day, no matter how hard you tried.
So although Yu Xing was eager to investigate what made it special, he could only wait until nightfall.
When Yu Xing returned to Carlos's detective agency with the bag of bread, which was pitifully light, the atmosphere in the living room was still pretty good.
Carlos was still curled up on the sofa, but the newspaper from earlier had been put away. In its place were several sheets of paper covered with rough maps and symbols.
Curled up in the armchair opposite him was Zeng Lai. His brown curls hung limply, his face was pale, and he looked exhausted from treating the wounded that afternoon. He tossed the die up and down in his hand, looking thoroughly down on his luck.
Suddenly, his nose twitched twice and his eyes lit up. "Smells good!"
"Here." Yu Xing tossed the waxed-paper package to Zeng Lai.
Zeng Lai fumbled to catch it. When he opened it and saw the few little bread rolls inside, he gave a light cough and asked cautiously, "Are all of these for me?"
"I'm not hungry anyway," Carlos said first.
They could go for days without eating, but Zeng Lai's soul was injured, so he could eat whatever he wanted.
Zeng Lai said, "I'm forever grateful, my dude."
"How are things at the church now?" Yu Xing walked over to the sofa, picked up the map of Yorikof Town in front of Carlos, glanced at it, and asked casually.
Zeng Lai swallowed his mouthful of bread and thought for